I am in math class
I hate adding up the squares
Take me home to sleep

Sometimes I lay in bed at night
And I imagine what I would do
I fantasize about what I would say
If I saw your smug ******* face
If I saw your pompous mouth and nefarious eyes
At the grocery store.
I imagine seeing you in the fruit aisle
Shopping for strawberries and grapes
Probably thinking about trivial things
But I'd ******* care
And I'd tell you I care

i sit there with
the cool wind
breezing against my face
while the summer sizzles
on my shoulders

your golden thigh
sticks to my skin
as we drive to the game
every ******* week

the boys
they sit in the back
and pack their lips
and talk **** about
the girls

the girls
who don't realize
that they're their easy targets
who skip around
in their short, tight
dresses

they talk about their waists
and the way they like to moan
every little imperfection
all avail have they shown

they think that it makes them buff
they think that it makes them cool
and i let them light their egos
and sometimes i chirp on too

but yet i sit and listen
and sometimes i think
they don't realize that i'm a girl
too

i don't know how i feel about that

help! im trapped in here
there is one way to get out
i have to love you

Your eyes are like the infinite night,
me getting lost in those eyes that are of the abyss of darkness.

Your voice speaks like constellations,
always searching of you,
getting lost in the pretty of you.

Your whole existence makes me crave of you,
like how the stars and moons are alike.

You entirely,
is mine as to how the stars belong to the night sky,
as to how the night shades over the lonely ones,
as to how the planets are lined one another.

4 AM is the only hour
when I will ever allow myself the luxury
of crying for you. This reservoir of brine
I have dried into desertland painstakingly, siphoning
the smallest tears from their ducts,
has suddenly sprung up again, surprising
overwhelming everything-

Some things can only be written about,
not experienced.

His fingers glide down me as if he knows my body like it's his,
I bet he knows that just his touch alone sends chills down my spine.
I try to concentrate on his pink tainted hands but my focus lingers to his pale lips kissing my neck with his naughty hands on my hips tickeling me as he guides my body along his, and the music. He knows i'm his now, he has me in the palm of his hands and before I can tell him, he trails his lips to my ear and whispers " Babydoll, you'll never find someone who loves you, not even me"

beware of our luscious palm trees
they will catapult themselves into your
kaleidoscope windshield

or at least it is now